Husband planned a get away weekend, that small town is usually so pretty during autumn. Get away weekend definitely means sexy time, so I packed some lingerie, and wore his favorite winter dress.
Since the temperatures are dropping, I had to wear some tight but not any tights, crotchless ones. Leaving my ass completely bare as well as my pussy. My husband found his lil wifey all dolled up, burgundy dress, black trench coat and leather boot ready to go.
As we got there, we realized we had totally forgotten about school holidays as well as All-Saints Day long weekend, the streets we packed and suddenly I felt very naked, and therefore aroused. It went on all day, walking up and down the streets of the old town, when the wind didn’t lift up my coat and very short dress, it was my husband who had much fun sliding his hands up my thighs and onto my bare cold ass. I kept wanting to look behind me to check if it was noticed or not but was also too afraid I’d make eye contact with someone.
We went down a quitter alley that cross-section with a very busy main street, as we were getting closer to jumping back into the pedestrian traffic, he pulled me tighter to his side, slid his hands between my legs only to find me warm and wet already. With two fingers he split my cheeks apart and with a third gently caressed my tight lil asshole at the very same time a group of elderly people were coming our way. He didn’t lose his grip and kept me tight by his flank, keeping delightfull pressure on my hole. We were two steps away from joining the crowded street and he still didn’t break his hold, to the last second I thought he was going to go for it but eventually his touch broke contact. My face was flushed and his jeans were visibly too tight now, what a feeling.
Later that night we were struggling to find a place to have dinner as everything was full. We found a restaurant where we had to wait a while to be seated. Patiently we waited, standing. After some time I innocently leaned against my husband, but our height differences made my butt rest at his crotch level, of course it didn’t take long for that innocent lean to turn into a not so innocent one, but that backfired. Cornered in the tight reception of the restaurant, he began to run his hands up and down the back of thighs, well-knowing it drives me absolutely crazy. I blushed. Soon, his fingers made their way up my legs and in between them. I was soaking wet and he saw an opening (pun intended), his thumb penetrated my soaked pussy as his index and middle fingers were circling on my clitoris hood. In that small hall there were 6 other people standing shoulder to shoulder. I couldn’t gasp, I could not move, I could not moan. I buried my face as much as possible in my scarf as I could not keep a straight face on. On the other hand, my husband had a grin and was hard as a rock in his jeans. By the time our table was ready I was hungry….but not for food !
NB: c’est toi qui m’a naughtiné
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ylcnb6/fingered_publicly_shoulder_to_shoulder_with
C’est super excitant tout ça